| They call the lady Louisville Lou
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| And what that vampin' baby can do
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| She is the most heart-breakinest
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| Shimmy shakin'est gal you ever knew
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| She's got the kind of love that holds 'em
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| Big brown eyes and she rolls 'em
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| Hot lips, that are pips
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| And no more conscience than a snake has hips
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| And when she shakes her feathers and plumes
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| The porters drop their mops and their brooms
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| Why you can see them trailin' her
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| Inhalin' her perfumes
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| And even Diggin' Jones who is old and bent
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| Sold his crutches just to pay her rent
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| So, buddy, here's my warnin' to you
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| Stay away from Louisville Lou
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| No more conscience than a snake has hips
|
| And when she shakes her feathers and plumes
|
| The porters drop their mops and their brooms
|
| Why you can see them trailin' her
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| Inhalin' her perfumes
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| And even Diggin' Jones who is old and bent
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| Sold his crutches just to pay her rent
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| So, buddy, here's my warnin' to you
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| Stay away from Louisville
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| I mean Louisville, Louisville Lou |